tea-tears-and-bbc:

ballerina-austin:

deductionswiththedoctor:

So we started reading Romeo and Juliet in English class and i yelled out SPOILER: Romeo and Juliet die… and i shit you not at least 1/3 of the class got really pissed at me beacuse they didnt know thats how it ended

IT TELLS YOU IN THE PROLOGUE

CIVIL BLOOD MAKES CIVIL HANDS UNCLEAN

WHAT DID YOU THINK THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT, SOMEONE GETTING A PAPERCUT

(Source: waywardwanders)

“I’m good at tolerating pain, I’m bad at math, and…I’m stupid.”

(Source: colin-greenwood)

stewartscoles:

A photograph captured in Infrared and then converted using a technique called false colour. 
Subject: West Woodhay House, Hampshire, England
Camera: Infrared converted Panasonic Lumix DMC-FH20
Captured early one morning - absence of breeze and perfect cloudless sky producing a great reflection photo.  To learn more about infrared photography check out this FREE “How To Guide” - Understanding Infrared Photography

stewartscoles:

A photograph captured in Infrared and then converted using a technique called false colour. 

Subject: West Woodhay House, Hampshire, England

Camera: Infrared converted Panasonic Lumix DMC-FH20

Captured early one morning - absence of breeze and perfect cloudless sky producing a great reflection photo.  To learn more about infrared photography check out this FREE “How To Guide” - Understanding Infrared Photography

unknowneditors:

Artist Jung Lee was born in 1972 in Seoul, Korea. She graduated in Photography from The Royal College of Art in London and represented by the ONE AND J. Gallery , established in Seoul in 2005 and representing the young Asian creation.

Check out Unknown Editors! (FB)

scrollofthoth:

alwaysinsearchoflight:

● My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere● Name yourself in your heart and know who you are● In my heart are the deeds my body has done and my heart has been weighed in the balance- Egyptian Book of the Dead

I am thy writing tablet, oh Thoth, and I have brought unto thee thine ink jar.

scrollofthoth:

alwaysinsearchoflight:

● My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere
● Name yourself in your heart and know who you are
● In my heart are the deeds my body has done and my heart has been weighed in the balance

- Egyptian Book of the Dead

I am thy writing tablet, oh Thoth, and I have brought unto thee thine ink jar.

yellowedpage:

I want to raise with you and watch our younglings hatch, fucking make the first letters of their first names match.